I know not what love is
Though I feel as if I do
Like sometime in my past
I whispered I love you
To whom I can't remember
Just that I did so long ago
And I wish that memory would return
So I could truly know
For the pictures that I draw
Of a man with coal black hair
A man without a name
Just an image in the air
But the disease from which I suffer
Knows not how to end
And frequently I am visited
By forgotten friends
And it's hard to keep on living
When all reason left my life
And every moment wasted
Cuts through me like a knife
And I'm sorry for this man
To whom I can't recall
I love you and I know it
But I forgot it all
Every line of our story
Our magical fairy tale
Has tried to resurface
But cannot prevail
Over this horrible disease
That eats at the brain
Tearing apart your memory
Until you forget all names
And it's here in a
Forgotten place
That I feel your lips
And see your face
And know in my heart
That when I die
All will return
When as an angel I fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem